Chapter 1055 Story

"Transformed Dragon Attendants! They are all Transformed Dragon Attendants! They knew we were coming and had already dug a hole for us to jump into!" Fingel grabbed Lu Mingfei's collar and shouted, "What's wrong with you? Lu Mingfei ! Are you still awake? Listen to me! Listen to me! You can't mess up! Chu Zihang needs your help! He has given up his retreat and exploded into the core area of ​​the Pilgrimage Road! There are three second-generation species there Wait for him! Go save him! Only you can save him!"

Second generation breeding. Or three? Lu Mingfei's face was pale and his pupils were dilated. He looked to the depths of the canyon on his right amid the almost crazy Fingel's roar. A bright light exploded and cast a huge shadow on the towering rock wall.

In the heavy rain, a "bubble" visible to the naked eye expanded rapidly, with a needle-like rough water mist on the surface - that was a powerful shock wave! Sweeping through the entire canyon, everything that was not standing was lifted up and slammed onto the ground or overhanging walls! Then the earth-shattering explosion sounded throughout the canyon!

The moment before Lu Mingfei was hit by the shock wave, the iron-gray bronze giant protected him under him. All the wind and shock waves were resisted by the heavy power of the 'Bronze Throne'! But the all-pervasive explosion sound almost made Lu Mingfei's ears bleed.

After the shock wave ended, Fingel stood up and looked back in that direction with an ugly expression on his face, "It's Okubo Ryoichi's 'Pure Land'. He detonated his word spirit!"

"The 'Dustless Land' can still be detonated?" Lu Mingfei blurted out.

"Didn't you teach him this skill?" Fingel suddenly turned around. He saw that something was obviously not right along the way and wanted to say something, but suddenly, he looked behind him warily.

There was an approaching danger that would set off his alarm bells and make his hair stand on end.

Where Fingel was looking, thirty meters away, a huge black shadow climbed up from the blood-red water. Even though this black shadow was hunched over, it was more than three meters tall at one point. It was a complete behemoth.

Lu Mingfei also stared at the creature that looked like a joke. The huge body was pitch black and every corner was covered with hard scales. A large amount of blood flowed down like a waterfall from the developed back muscles that exceeded the biological limits. Not this. The thing didn't want to stand up straight, but it simply couldn't, because the sharp bone spurs on its back pierced out one by one, diverting the spilled blood to the top of its head, staining the picture below that was so small that it was almost misshapen. It is a woman's face that seems to be smiling but not smiling, embedded in the scales.

On the face of the abnormally small woman, the gas-lamp-like snake pupils penetrated the blood of the waterfall, firmly locking Fengel. Four ape-like long arms with astonishing proportions grew out from the left and right sides of the body, hanging on both sides, with sharp claws. There were four sharp long iron-black knives in his hand.

"Dragon Aide of the Custodes." Fingel read out in a low voice the scientific name given to the black shadow by the hybrids, one of the nearly invincible disasters in this apocalyptic world.

There was more than one monster over three meters tall that Fingel called the Forbidden Dragon Attendant. They entered the battlefield at some point and began to take over the massacre. Countless resisting hybrids attacked them, and they all died instantly. In the bloody windmill with the four arms spinning, the tough body of the hybrid after the violent blood was as fragile as noodles under the waving of the ape-like four arms, and was easily broken and torn into pieces.

Those tall monsters in the heavy rain giggled while killing. One after another, smiling but not smiling faces looked at Fingel and Lu Mingfei, slowly approaching them.

"Junior brother, you go first, I will block them here." Fingel looked back at Lu Mingfei. For some reason, all his previous irritability and anger disappeared at this moment, and rainwater flowed from his gray blond hair. , his iron-grey cheeks were full of calm, "Chu Zihang and the others need your help, everyone needs your help, this is not your battlefield."

Lu Mingfei looked at him blankly, wanting to say that you can't stop him just by looking at him, right? Just one is enough, let alone the number exceeding double digits at this glance, right? This is an army! Imperial Guards Dragon Guard Army!

"I will give you one last gift, Junior Brother Cheng. Promise me to blow up that damn coffin and bring him back. Bring our brother back! Bring Lin Nian back!" Fingel raised his hand and grabbed Lu Mingfei. Yes, he grabbed Lu Mingfei's waist, and dragged Lu Mingfei's feet with his right hand to bend his legs, and his whole body curled up like a bowling ball.

"Huh?" Lu Mingfei made a confused sound.

Fingel let out an angry roar, and then threw Lu Mingfei out with all his strength, like throwing a discus! If a normal person was thrown like this, he would have disintegrated in the air, or would have fainted due to cerebral ischemia due to too much acceleration. But Lu Mingfei was different. He could survive even if he was placed in the chamber of a cannonball, so Fingel dared to So "give him a ride".

After watching Lu Mingfei disappear in the mid-air of the heavy rain, Fingel gradually turned around. Facing the countless cries of ghostly faces in the darkness, the snake eyes like gas lights surged up and down towards him, and the gurgling The laughter lingered in the rain and enveloped him in all directions.

In the rainstorm canyon, Fingel, who looked alone under the light of thunder, looked at this desperate scene and slowly lowered his head.

The weird laughter among the Imperial Guard Dragon Attendants became brighter, as if they were laughing at this tall man for having such a weak backbone.

Fingel lowered his head speechlessly, rainwater flowing down his iron-like face. There was no fear in his golden eyes, but instead they were filled with relief.

He said: "It seems that this should be the last time we fight side by side."

"Even if there is an abyss ahead, at least we have reached the end of the broken bridge together." She responded to him.

In Fingel's field of vision, which no one could see, the bright blue girl stood in the rain, standing gracefully in front of him, raising her slender white arms and gently touching his lowered cheek. "I would be happy to accompany you to the end, even if there are no rainbows and flowers at the end."

"So it seems that committing suicide for love is not a beautiful ancient legend." Fingel said with a smile.

"Then stand up straight, my boy." The girl put her arms around his neck and gave him a hug in the cold storm, "Give them some color!"

"Yes," said Fingel.

The Forbidden Army Dragon Attendant who was walking at the front stopped, his huge body stopped in the half-deep puddle, and the woman's face that seemed to be crying and smiling stared at the bronze giant standing up slowly not far away, and the laughter gradually faded. micro.

It suddenly leaned back and screamed, and the woman's face twitched and twisted as if she was trying to struggle away from the body. This was a precursor to an attack!

The next second, the behemoth of three to four meters disappeared. It was a sign of high-speed movement. With its huge body, this monster can actually move at super speed!

The bronze giant stretched his hands forward, and then his whole body suddenly shook and moved back half a meter. The Dragon Warrior in front of him was tightly clamped, with four alien arms holding sharp iron blades, two on each side. It was tightly clamped around the waist!

The woman's face on the Dragon Warrior's body seemed a little confused. It didn't know how its attack trajectory was seen clearly. The bronze giant seemed to have known its trajectory a long time ago. He just opened his hand and rushed in. The other person's arms were restrained.

There was only a moment of doubt, and then the pale woman's face suddenly tilted, she opened her mouth, and a bone spur stretched out from the dark throat at subsonic speed and pierced the forehead and heart of the bronze giant who was close at hand!

"Uh-huh."

The bronze giant suddenly tilted his head, and the bone spurs flew almost within 0.1 centimeters of the surface of his eyeballs, disappearing into the dark rainstorm!

This time the evasion was miraculous. He almost stretched his own physical reaction, nerve reflex, and even spatial calculation to the limit to avoid this sudden and inevitable blow!

The bronze giant stood on tiptoe and shook it hard. The muscles all over his body began to flow like water, miraculously reversing the flow of power of the dragon servant who was struggling in his arms, and using his force to knock the giant thing in his arms to the ground. !

Before the Dragon Warrior had time to stand up, the domain of the 'Bronze Throne' expanded to the extreme. The two-meter giant quickly expanded to three meters, and the unparalleled power was gathered in the balled fists and slammed down! A column of water more than five meters high flew up, along with Deadpool's broken head with a section of cervical vertebra!

In the rain, the three-meter-long bronze giant stood up straight on the huge corpse. In his eyes, the laziness and laxity of the past disappeared, replaced by coldness and sharpness like a knife, and the blue data stream flowed from The depths of those golden eyes pour down!

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Lu Mingfei thought of the statue of the discus thrower, and he was now the one being thrown.

He was flying around in circles, trying his best to control himself to open his limbs to maintain balance. In the ideal world, he looked like a flying squirrel jumping down from a high tree trunk, but in reality, he was just a long-haired man. The discus lost control of its hands and feet, constantly shaking up and down, ready for a free fall at any time.

He struggled to open his eyes in the air and saw several opposing shadows at the landing point in the distance. Three "people" in black clothes that swayed in the wind blocked the way of another person. That was Chu Zihang!

He was one against three, and the flames under his feet were crawling on the ground as if they were alive, forming the prototype of alchemy. He was holding the burning God Sword Murasame in his hand, and the flowing fiery ring of fire was spinning behind him, and the dark scales were covered with it. On his exposed skin, protruding facial bones even grew on his forehead and mandible!

Three times of bloodshed! And clearly controlled his own will!

In front of Chu Zihang, behind the three swaying figures in black is the exit of the canyon, which is also the real end point of this journey. A bronze coffin bound by iron chains stands quietly in the heavy rain. What is inside is Their goal is to become the world's last hope.

Lu Mingfei fell to the ground, landing right behind Chu Zihang's side, creating a large area of ​​sewage. He was supposed to fall to the ground and found that he was okay. His body seemed to be much stronger than he thought.

He quickly got up. Chu Zihang in front did not look back. Even if the person who landed behind him was not Lu Mingfei but an enemy, he could not look back. His eyes could not leave the three figures in black for a moment. If you are distracted, the battle will be over in an instant.

"you are late."

Lu Mingfei heard Chu Zihang, who had his back turned to him, say calmly.

"Yes, I'm sorry?" Lu Mingfei apologized subconsciously, but immediately regretted it. He felt that he had destroyed the prestige of his own side, and had brought trouble to Chu Zihang, who was always able to defeat three enemies.

But surprisingly, Chu Zihang did not react to his weak remarks, and neither did the three figures in black.

Lu Mingfei looked at this tit-for-tat scene and didn't know what to do. This level of battle was simply not something he could intervene in now. It would have been Lu Mingfei, the original version of this world, who had to intervene, but he was so confused. Narusawa threw him directly into the final BOSS battle while he was still entering the CG of the opening game!

"Your Majesty is very dissatisfied that you are still so persistent with the 'Prince'." One of the three figures in black spoke. Her voice was that of a young woman, cold and flat, without any anger. "You are coveting something that belongs to His Majesty. This is an unforgivable transgression."

"He doesn't belong to anyone." Chu Zihang said, "After I wake him up, I will return to that throne with him and chop off your Majesty's head."

"Trespass." The one on the right side of the three figures in black shouted. His voice was that of a hoarse middle-aged man. It was low and vague, as if the flesh in his throat was biting each other.

"It doesn't matter." The figure in black in the middle raised his hand and coldly stopped his companion who was about to attack.

"Aren't you going to attack? You still have the advantage in numbers in 3 vs. 2, not to mention 3 next-generation species versus 2 hybrids." Chu Zihang slowly grabbed the Divine Sword and raised it above his head, holding it horizontally. Lu Mingfei behind him also cleverly made a defensive posture. When he flew over, he forgot to grab the ridiculously large sword, so he arrived empty-handed.

No. Wait?

Lu Mingfei looked at his right hand blankly, because he didn't know when he held the dark golden sword in his right hand that he didn't even bring with him. The thorn on the handle of the knife penetrated into the veins in his palm to draw his blood. The squirming sharp blade on the broad blade is like a monster's teeth.

"We didn't kill you when we were 3 vs. 1, and we certainly won't kill you now." The figure in black in the middle actually walked away on his own initiative, revealing the bronze coffin behind him, "Your life does not belong to us."

With the door so wide open, Chu Zihang did not charge, but seemed to understand something, and his expressionless face finally showed a touch of cold sadness. Tears rolled down his burning golden eyes.

Lu Mingfei didn't know why Chu Zihang was crying. When he was about to say something, he found that his eyes had filled with tears at some point. He couldn't move his eyes to the bronze coffin anywhere else.

"Everything is respectful of His Majesty's will." The three black figures, the three noble next-generations, retreated and then knelt down loyally.

The bronze coffin was opened, the dragon rope fell to the ground, and a man slowly sat up from inside.

His molten eyes looked at Chu Zihang and Lu Mingfei quietly in the dim rainstorm night, and the rainwater flowed down from the familiar and unfamiliar faces.

"Everything is just a conspiracy, a game. We have never had hope." Chu Zihang said softly.

"Actually, it doesn't matter." Lu Mingfei said lightly, "Everything has been destined to follow its trajectory after that day. The rest of the time is just waiting for the iron ball to knock down everything on the road and fall into the bag."

Lu Mingfei suddenly realized that he could no longer control his actions. These words had never appeared in his expectation, but they came out so naturally.

Chu Zihang raised his knife and lightly struck the ring of fire behind him. The halo and temperature began to rise. In the dense steam, "Lu Mingfei" looked at the man standing in the bronze coffin and said, "You know, senior brother?" , the day of the Red Well, I happened to be at the observation deck of Tokyo Tower and could see the red storm entrenched there. I remember asking my brother a question at that time."

"I didn't know you had a younger brother. Is he your cousin?"

"Not him, the other one, the closer one."

"So what did you ask him?"

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...Hey, tell me, if one day it rains all the time and never stops, what will the world be like after that?

…Ah, that’s the end of the world, brother. Good people hug and cry, bad people hold hands and dance, and they will live happily together forever.

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Lu Mingfei found that he was pulled away, unable to move, his spirit and body separated, and he watched this scene happen from the passive third person. Looking at the backs of the two men who embraced their fate and stepped forward.

"From the moment the writer's moist brush strokes lick the down on the skin of the page, a story is destined to have its ending, whether it will be beautiful and complete, or desolate with broken flowers."

Lu Mingze appeared next to Lu Mingfei. The rain fell on him but did not wet the white flowers on his formal suit and breast pocket. He dressed up in a suit every time, but never more suitably than this time, because he showed up at the right place, a funeral.

Lu Mingze looked at the two men walking into the depths of the rainstorm and said to Lu Mingfei, "No matter whether the ending is tragic, comic, boring, interesting, or thought-provoking. When the story begins, it is already there. It's there. Whether you like it or not, it's already there."

"What will happen to them?" Lu Mingfei pointed at them and asked.

"Why ask? If brother doesn't want to know, I don't have to know." Lu Mingze turned his head and looked at Lu Mingfei. In the rain, his golden eyes were as beautiful as dewy iris flowers, "Story The ending is written on the last page of the book, but if you don’t turn that page, you will never know the ending.”

"But you just said that the ending of the story has been decided from the beginning. Can it be changed if I don't look at it?" Lu Mingfei asked, looking at those beautiful golden eyes.

"No." Lu Mingze shrugged in the heavy rain, "You can only not know that if you refuse to accept it, then that article will always be vacant in your world, and the blank space will always be full of infinite charm. .”

"Or I can let this story never start from the beginning." Lu Mingfei said, he looked at Lu Mingze and met his eyes, "Send me back, I'm going to be late."

"Now you are finally on the road, brother." Lu Mingze smiled, very happily.

The heavy rain above their heads became heavier and heavier, until it flooded the canyon, and also flooded the deepest part, intertwined with the roar of thousands of wild dragons.

ps: I will take a day off tomorrow and return to my hometown from Nibelungen.